Dilemma

Life's becoming a perfect injustice
It scares me with the aftermath of my choice.
The decisions I make, the path I take
Haunts me, asks me, what did I put at stake.

Should I beg for another chance to make it right,
Or should I rake my thoughts and keep quite.
In search of what and whom to blame
My soul has become blind and my mind damn lame.


Sometimes muffled in the blanket of guilt,
I cradle back to the lap of love and warmth.
Asking myself , if this is a fight , should I quit.
All this is making me feel like a hanging chime,
Ringing with wind, not seeing what's the time.

Desperation flusters me,
Separation bothers me.
Should I cry, or should I laugh.
I wish to cut myself in two equal halves.
These days, the only thing I ask my thee ,
Standing on my knee, why did it happen to me.

All is so dark , I need to find a ray.
I command myself, to be happy and gay.
To myself, I have to say,
Snatch back the right to rejoice.
Shed away the fear of that inner voice.
Turn back the life to a complice ,
And make each of it’s moment a perfect bliss.